Epilogue: With Great Power Comes Great Maternity

Mother Marvel stepped up onto the roof. Her new senses made everything sharper, almost too much information to take in. She walked over to the very edge of the roof and looked down...thirty stories to the street. The pregnant woman quavered, would have stepped back—

The pregnant hero stepped off...and up.

Wind rushed past her whole body. Her pink skirt and cape fluttered behind her. Lois Lane could not help but laugh as she zoomed through the air, faster and faster, doing loop-de-loops, shooting straight upwards and breaking through the clouds. She threw back her arms as if to greet the great bright sun.

This must be what Superman feels like every day, Lois thought to herself.

Yet something tugged at her. Up here, away from the noise and smells of Metropolis, Lois became aware of her own body. Its needs, its desires. Some new sixth sense homed in on what she wanted...what she needed...

"Umf. Gonna give it to you love...gonna spray my seed all over your insides...make you pregnant all over again..."

Blaze's scarlet fingers shuffled up and down her crimson cock; she sniffed at the pink panties she'd rescued from the reporter's laundry bin. Alone in the darkened apartment, the demon dreamed of what she would do when Lois got home.

Then the door to the balcony slid open, and a figure emerged in pink and gold.

Pure white eyes without pupil or iris widened. For a figure so used to the sights and torments of Hell, it was not often they saw a vision from Paradise. Marvel Mom hovered over to the bed and settled in Blaze's lap. With implacable strength she pulled the demon's hand away from her prick.

"No more jerking it in the dark," Lois Lane said sternly, supernatural **** behind her words. She could almost see the geas that she placed on Blaze. "If you cum, it's going to be in this pussy."

The pink skirt rose. There were panties underneath...but they were crotchless panties, the black pubic hairs sticking out through the keyhole in the pink fabric, wet and dripping, and Lois Lane settled herself on that cock with greater ease and confidence than she had during the long six weeks since that night out.

There had always been that worry, before her transformation. That since Lois Lane was merely mortal, and Blaze so much stronger, that the reporter would get hurt. She had heard the demon evince concern about the baby, even though Lois hadn't really believed in the pregnancy, not until she had taken the test. Now...a kind of serenity came to Lois. Nothing short of a diamond drill could pierce her cervix. Her vaginal muscles could crush steel. She could take it.

More than that, she wanted to. Needed to. The ardor of Zeus, the fertility of Shub-Niggurath...her body cried out for copulation.

Pale muscular buttocks slammed down; a pussy that could snap rebar squeezed tight. Lips that could enchant nuns out of their celibacy fastened on Blaze's. With wild abandon, Marvel Mom began to quicken her pace, and soon the buttocks turned into a blur, the heat built until the demon's dick began to glow a dull orange from the friction...to the demon, it was like making love to a tornado, a storm, a fury; some vast and elemental **** that settled into her lap and plunged on her dick like she owned it, that squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples.

After the initial shock passed, the familiar secret smile returned to Blaze's face. Black sparks climbed up her horns. Her crimson claws latched onto those wide, motherly hips and pulled Lois down onto her back. On top, the demon's hips pistoned, to keep up the momentum even as those finely-shaped legs locked around her buttocks. Their tongues twirled, and some silent communication passed between them, which needed no godly or demonic powers to faciltate. The message?

There would be no pulling out.

With superhuman strength, Lois crushed Blaze to her...and with the wisdom of Hecate, she slipped one saliva-slick finger between her demon lover's buttocks. Blaze tensed...and then relaxed. What was good for the goose was good for the gander, after all...and as Lois found the hard little nut of Blaze's prostate, she applied just the right amount of pressure...

Black semen gushed forth, a torrent of corrupted cum for the incorruptible cunt. They clasped themselves together in that moment, locked together so that the only thing that could move was Lois' skilled finger in the demon's asshole and Blaze's cock as it delivered load after virile load into the reporter's pussy...and the cervix inside shuddered and spasmed, sucking in that demonic seed. A normal human cannot get pregnant again while already pregnant...but a champion of fertility...

Marvel Mom broke the kiss.

"So I...took the test at work...I'm pregnant," Lois said.

"I told you so," Blaze said smugly as she sagged against her wife's body.

"But, um...I met your dad. Got these powers. And now I think I'm...more pregnant."

"The more the merrier," Blaze said as she snuggled.

"I should probably do more with these powers than just get unbelievably pregnant and fuck you all day," Lois mused. Her finger hadn't left the demon's asshole. Blaze was too spent to care.

"Yes, dear," Blaze murmured.

As the cock started to slacken inside of her, some secret wisdom told Lois to probe a little deeper, to touch a certain nerve cluster...and Blaze's eyes shot open as she suddenly hardened.

"Anway, break's over," Lois grinned. "Momma wants more cum!"

Lois Lane could almost feel the eggs released from her ovaries, the black sperm that penetrated each and every one...with great power had come great maternity; a woman pregnant with a single child now carried a half-dozen or more within her wondrous womb. Yet what Lois didn't know is the more pregnant she became, the more powerful she would be...in a vicious cycle that would attract terrible forces to exploit her fantastic fecundity.

Yet right now, all Lois Lane wanted was some more cock for her cunt...and Blaze did her best to meet her love's demand.